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the orchard

My paternal grandparents lived in a small town on the north side of my island. Seven miles away. We went there a lot when we were kids. Especially in the summer. They lived in a white, two-story house. Despite my grandfather’s wizardry with wooodworking, the floors in the back of the house — both stories …

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whispers in its woven twilight best

She always applies her perfume with her eyes shut. Kisses feel better in the dark. She dresses as if someone is watching.  She undresses as if she’s being chased. She believes she’s more open to possibilities when her hair is up. Her hair is up. She knows what she does to men. Sometimes she even …

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